This is a song about "Bones in your body"

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

I got more talent in this crumpled up paper than in your body

I saw your body laying in the grass, i still love you, yes i do

And no matter what they do, there will never be another you

My mom is all i have so it's never meet the parents

In your body sections so fast you'll be dead in milliseconds

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

As your body parts i'm piling in the room, walks in your mother

I'm predisposed to reap your bones

Fake niggas get dial tones

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Cut your body in 9 parts and throw you in the fraser river.

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

Behemoth brontosaurus bones boil in tar baths

And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit

Dig down a hole throw the rest of your body in it